The entire Hungarian nation—king and people—have recently been celebrating the jubilee of Hungary's greatest writer, Maurice JÓkai, whose pen, during half a century of literary activity, has given no less than 250 volumes to the world. Admired and beloved by his patriotic fellow-countrymen, JÓkai has displayed that kind of genius which fascinates the learned and unlearned alike, the old and the young. He enchants the children of Hungary by his fairy-tales, and as they grow up into men and women he implants within them a passion for their native land and a knowledge of its splendid history such as only his poetic and dramatic pen could engrave upon their memory. His versatility of talent—for, besides being the Hungarian poet-laureate, he is a novelist, playwright, historian, and orator—enables the Hungarians to see in him their Heine, their Byron, their Walter Scott, and their Victor Hugo. JÓkai began his career at a period when Hungary aspired to political freedom, and his powerful pen, The Hungarian language is one of the richest of Turanian tongues, and particularly lends itself to the didactic and romantic styles. So far back as the beginning of the thirteenth century we find traces of Hungarian literature, and, if it had been permitted to develop, Hungary might now have possessed a literature second to none in the modern world. But in consequence of political struggles the Hungarian language and literature had to give way, at times, either to the Latin or German races, so much so that as late as 1849 all scientific subjects had to be taught either in German or in Latin. It was then that a few patriotic Magyars took the matter acutely to heart, and strove to restore the language and literature of their country, with the happy result that Hungary now, in proportion to its population, comes immediately after Germany in the number of its universities, colleges, Maurice JÓkai is not only one of those who restored Hungarian literature, but is the creator of a particular style of romance, which stamps his works as unique, and has caused them to be eagerly read, and translated into almost every modern language. It is no wonder, therefore, that the Hungarians, who are a cultured race, should delight in showing all honour and respect to the veteran author, who has given to the world over a hundred splendid works on all subjects, comprising 250 volumes. JÓkai is descended from a middle-class family, a fact which he is always proud to own, and has no ambition to rise in higher spheres of society, although the greatest people in the land, including the Empress-Queen herself, favour him with their personal friendship. He is a tall, fine-looking man, and carries himself well. He generally dresses in a black-braided costume, which is the favourite national Hungarian uniform of those patriots who belong to the forty-eight period, which marks such an epoch in the history of Hungary. In his younger days his beard was dark and silky, but now he is quite grey. He occupies a modest house, and leads a very simple life. JÓkai was born on February 19, 1825, at KomÁrom, which city, by-the-by, is known as the "Virgin Fortress of Hungary." He received his education partly in his native town and at Pozsony, the ancient capital of Hungary, PÁpa and KecskemÉt; and in 1846 he passed an examination as an advocate, though he did not follow the profession afterwards. In the same year he took up his abode at Budapest, where in the following year he assumed the editorship of a paper called ÉletkÉpek (Pictures of Life). In 1848 he played an important part in the revolution, both in inciting the people by his literary writings and as a soldier. In 1849 he married Rose Laborfalvi, the famous actress. In the same year he followed the National Hungarian Government, which removed its seat to Debreczen, and became the editor of the Esti Lapok (Evening News). From that time activity characterised his literary and general career. His first novel was "A HÉtkÖznapok" (Days of the Week), which appeared in 1846, and since then hardly a year elapsed without the issue of several volumes from his pen. Amongst his novels the most celebrated are: "Egy Magyar NÁbob" (The Hungarian Nabob). "KÁrpÁthy ZoltÁn." "A KoszÍvu Ember Fiai" (The Sons of the Stonehearted Man). "Szerelem Bolondjai" (Love's Puppet). "NÉvtelen VÁr" (The Nameless Fortress). "ErdÉly Aranykora" (The Golden Period of Transylvania). "BÁlvÁnyosvÁr" (Idol Fortunes). "Fekete GyÉmÁntok" (Black Diamonds). "A JÖvo SzÁzad RegÉnye" (The Romance of the Future Century). "Az Új FÖldesÚr" (The New Landlord). "Nincsen ÖrdÖg" (There is no Devil). "Az Arany Ember" (The Gold Man). Of his recent novels the most famous is the one published in 1892, in which Monk Gregory is the hero. The short stories that we are presenting in this volume belong to his earliest writings. JÓkai's novels—in which his own strong personality everywhere reveals itself—are characterised by great imaginative power and by a light, humorous style which fascinates the reader. It may be said, without much exaggeration, that in point of wit and humour few living writers can compare with him. His subjects are principally drawn from history; but many of his works are remarkable for their vivid descriptions of Hungarian life, both past and present. In one word it might justly be said that in reading JÓkai's novels one reads the history of Europe, and in reading JÓkai's history one reads a novel drawn from actual life. As a poet he occupies a unique position, and stands altogether alone: for his lyrics, ballads, and heroic verse are even sung by the schoolchildren throughout Hungary. As a dramatist his fame is extensive; and his "KÖnyves KÁlmÁn" (Koloman, King of Hungary, surnamed the Book King), "DÓzsa GyÖrgy, The Martyr of SzigetvÁr," "Az Arany Ember" (The Golden Man), and "Fekete As a politician he has made a considerable mark, and no one who has had the privilege of hearing him deliver an oration will forget the music and sonority of his fine voice. What is less generally known is that he is an enthusiastic botanical student and an admirable painter. These are a few outlines of the life of Hungary's greatest writer, and in the interest of literature let it be hoped that his life may be long spared, and that his remaining years may be spent in the utmost happiness. Such is the fervent wish of all his admirers, who are drawn, not only from this country, but from all civilised peoples, nations, and languages. Louis Felbermann (Author of "Hungary and its People"). |